Bang!

Natalie Sullivan swung the metal chair with brutal force onto Victoria Windsor's shoulder.

The delicate socialite unleashed shocking strength in this moment.

Victoria's face contorted in agony as she let out a pig-like squeal.

Handcuffed, she couldn't even fight back.

The officers tactfully turned away, pretending not to see.

Surveillance cameras mysteriously powered down.

"These hands!" Natalie snarled through clenched teeth, raising the chair again. "Murdered my nephew! Put my sister-in-law in the hospital! Killed Jack!"

The stainless steel chair came crashing down on Victoria's hands.

The sickening crack of breaking bones echoed through the room.

Victoria curled into a shrieking ball.

"Confession!" The driver suddenly spoke up. "There's more I need to disclose."

The detective raised an eyebrow. "Cooperation earns leniency."

The driver shot Victoria a glance. "Two years ago, she ordered me to find a woman named Scarlet Lombardi..."

"Pang Gang!" Victoria shrieked. "How much did they pay you to betray me?"

The driver smirked. "She told me to manipulate Scarlet into taking revenge on Sophia. Then sell her into the mountains."

Ethan Sullivan's face darkened instantly.

He stormed toward the adjacent interrogation room.

Officers discreetly shut off cameras and exited.

"What are you doing?" Victoria scrambled backward in terror.

Ethan grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the concrete floor.

Thud!

Victoria's scream pierced the air as a stainless steel thermos whizzed past her temple.

Ethan planted his shoe on her hand and ground down mercilessly.

"Hurts?" His voice dripped ice. "Sophia's broken fingers hurt worse."

Victoria's eyes rolled back. "But Isabella's hand—"

"Not enough." Ethan increased pressure. "We haven't even discussed Dorset Village yet."

Snap.

Victoria's arm bent at a grotesque angle.

She collapsed unconscious.

Returning next door, Sophia approached. "Done?"

"Too merciful." Ethan's voice rasped.

Officers were interrogating the driver: "What do you know about Dorset Village?"

"That was her lover Salvatore's scheme." The driver hurried to distance himself. "I just ran errands."

Ethan's gaze turned murderous. "Salvatore's in prison?"

"Convicted for bribery two years ago," an officer confirmed.

Alexander Valentine clasped Ethan's shoulder. "I know the warden."

Their eyes exchanged a silent understanding.

During paperwork, Sophia asked, "How was he caught?"

"Infighting." The detective clipped. "Knife fight over unpaid debts."

Sophia's lips curled.

Justice always prevailed.

Exiting the station, Alexander murmured, "Death penalty."

Ethan squeezed Sophia's hand. "Home."

The car ride passed in heavy silence.

The fleeting satisfaction of vengeance left only hollow emptiness.

The dead could never return.

Alexander started the engine. "Where to?"

Natalie suddenly gasped. "My hot springs getaway!"